This instrumental piece evokes the feeling of being elsewhere. We don't really know where. The image on the cover would seem to say that it is the sky and yet... no one can really say so much the cycles of this piece seem at the same time imperturbable while remaining secret in the metric of the score. Calm and yet seeming to make one feel the backwash of the wave, this piece thus seeks to question space and its perception rather than to attempt to give a single answer. "Ci-git l'espace", a magnificent and famous work by Yves Klein, could be the other title of this musical composition, which resonates with this desire not to necessarily show what we expect to hear or see.

Ce morceau instrumental évoque le sentiment d'être ailleurs. On ne sait pas vraiment où. L'image de la pochette semblerait dire qu'il s'agit du ciel et pourtant... nul ne peut vraiment le dire tant les cycles de ce morceau semblent à l fois imperturbables tout en restant secret dans la métrique de la partition. Apaisé et pourtant semblant faire ressentir les ressacs de la vague, ce morceau cherche ainsi à interroger l'espace et sa perception plutôt qu'à tenter de donner une réponse unique. "Ci-git l'espace", oeuvre magnifique et célèbre d'Yves Klein pourrait être l'autre titre de cette composition musicale qui résonne de cette volonté de ne pas forcément montrer ce que l'on s'attend à entendre ou à voir.

Interplanétaire

Furthest

Downmix of an overmixed and pulled track that felt off, found a new path. 05/21/2023 remixed

Love Returned
Bayard Taylor

He was a boy when first we met; 
     His eyes were mixed of dew and fire, 
And on his candid brow was set 
     The sweetness of a chaste desire: 
But in his veins the pulses beat 
     Of passion, waiting for its wing, 
As ardent veins of summer heat 
     Throb through the innocence of spring.

As manhood came, his stature grew, 
     And fiercer burned his restless eyes, 
Until I trembled, as he drew 
     From wedded hearts their young disguise. 
Like wind-fed flame his ardor rose, 
     And brought, like flame, a stormy rain: 
In tumult, sweeter than repose, 
     He tossed the souls of joy and pain.

So many years of absence change! 
     I knew him not when he returned: 
His step was slow, his brow was strange, 
     His quiet eye no longer burned. 
When at my heart I heard his knock, 
     No voice within his right confessed: 
I could not venture to unlock 
     Its chambers to an alien guest.

Then, at the threshold, spent and worn 
     With fruitless travel, down he lay: 
And I beheld the gleams of morn 
     On his reviving beauty play. 
I knelt, and kissed his holy lips, 
     I washed his feet with pious care; 
And from my life the long eclipse 
     Drew off; and left his sunshine there.

He burns no more with youthful fire; 
     He melts no more in foolish tears; 
Serene and sweet, his eyes inspire 
     The steady faith of balanced years. 
His folded wings no longer thrill, 
     But in some peaceful flight of prayer: 
He nestles in my heart so still, 
     I scarcely feel his presence there.

O Love, that stern probation o'er, 
     Thy calmer blessing is secure! 
Thy beauteous feet shall stray no more, 
     Thy peace and patience shall endure! 
The lightest wind deflowers the rose, 
     The rainbow with the sun departs, 
But thou art centred in repose, 
     And rooted in my heart of hearts!


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Returned....

"The immortality of the soul was hardly doubted in Celtic lands if Roman and Greek sources are to be believed. With respect to Celtic belief, Julius Caesar stated that souls “pass after death from some to others” (ab aliss post mortem transire ad alios). This may simply mean that the soul obtained a new corporeal vessel after it departed from its old shell. However, taken alone this quote tells us little about what the Celts truly believed regarding death and reincarnation.

Other classical authors noted that the druids believed in the idea of the transmigration of the soul. Diodorus Siculus stated that the soul “lives again after a certain number of years” in another form or body. Lucan also paid mention to the druid’s belief in reincarnation. He stated, "The spirit governs limbs in another region; if you know whereof you sing, death is in the middle of a long life.” This quote delineates the transitory nature of the soul and simply states that the body is the vessel that houses it. Yet others likened the druid’s teachings to that of Pythagoras (who also adhered to the notion that souls went through a transmigration process). From what little can be gathered of the remaining references to Pythagorean teaching, it was thought that the soul might reincarnate into either human or animal bodies. This was known as metempsychosis."

Yr Olwyn Fawr (The Great Wheel)

Rules Of Chopsticks

Long, Long Distance Call #, Gene Jumper Vocal & Music, Snowman Dave, Lyrics.

Long, Long Distance Call #, Gene Jumper, Vocal & Music, Snowman Dave, Lyrics

Brosellian 23722

Venus Gospel

One of my all time favorite instrumentals by Splintered Finger.
+ my boys warm my heart on this one
Can I be done now?
too funny :)
https://soundcloud.com/fraudstein

Can i B doNE noW? Splintered Finger/Cw

Cw